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After a simi peaceful night with Toby, trouble awaits for Spencer back at home.
Spencer woke up the next morning with her arm wrapped around something. It felt like she was spooning a hard, yet comfortable pillow. She opened her eyes and was met by the sight of Toby's neck. They were both on their left side and she was curled up close to him with her arm around him. His arm was placed on her arm, which kind of trapped her between him. She very slowly and carefully slid her arm out from under him and rolled off the bed. She sat on the edge for a few seconds and turned her head back to look at him. Her eyes scanned down to his toned butt. The right side of the bed started to creak as Toby began to stir. Spencer stood up so quickly she almost fell. Toby rolled over on his back and leaned up on his elbows. He blinked a few times trying to adjust to the sunlight shining in his eyes. Then he looked at her.
"How long have you been up?" His voice came out more husky than usual.
"Not that long," she replies. "About ten-twenty minutes."
Toby sat so he was on the edge of his bed. Spencer watched him stretch out his arms, which made his muscle pop. He then stood up and started looking for a shirt and pants to wear.
"Last night was fun," he says.
"Kind of."
"See," he smirks. "Wouldn't you want to go on a real date with me?"
Spencer shakes her head. He grins and goes back to picking out clothes.
"I'm going to go take a shower then I'll take you to the school to get your car."
"Okay."
He walks to the doorway and stops. He smirks and turns around.
"Would you care to join me?"
Spencer frowns, "go take your shower."
He chuckles and walks out the door. A small smile spread across her face when he left the room. While he was taking a shower, she pulled on her pants that she wore last night. She didn't feel like putting on her tank top and sweater, so she just kept his shirt. She figured she'll keep it for revenge for always messing with her. After 9pm, Toby came out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets streaming down his already perfect body. Spencer caught sight of him and almost lost her breath. He has another towel that he's using to dry his honey colored hair. Spencer left the room so he could get dressed. A few minutes later, Toby came out into the family room dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a red Radiohead shirt. His hair was combed nicely and smoothed up with hair gel.
"You ready?"
"Yeah?"
"Sure you don't want breakfast before you go or coffee?" He asks.
"No, thanks. I really should be going. My parents are probably already pissed that I stayed out all night."
He nods and picks up his keys out of the little dish on the table. He jingles them in his hands and says.
"Let's go."
During the drive back to the school parking lot, She did allow Toby to stop somewhere so we could pick up some coffee. He noticed that Spencer was acting a little grumpy and groggy, so he pulled up to Starbucks and bought her an extra large black coffee. He got himself a small black coffee with cream. The drive from his apartment to school is about twenty-five minutes.
"So," he starts. "What are your parents like?"
"Intense."
"Care to liberate on that?"
"Uh, well, they're never home much and when they are it's like World War 3 in that house. If one gun fire is shot, then comes the next and the next thing you know you're trying to sleep through a battle. A ceasefire is only called when the sun comes up for one of them to go to work."
"Wow," he says. "That is intense."
"What about your family?"
"Uh well, my mom was great. She was my inspiration to do anything and everything I wanted to do. Having my mom around was the best thirteen years of my life."
"Thirteen?" She questions.
"She died from breast cancer when I was thirteen. The doctors said she could have beaten it if they hadn't caught it too late. It wasn't anyone's fault really, just bad timing."
"I'm so sorry," she says sincerely.
He smiles and looks at her, "it's okay."
"What about your father?"
He sighs and this time, he doesn't look at her. He keeps his eyes focused on the road.
"My father is controlling and likes to have things his way. We haven't gotten along in years. We both have different views on how my life is supposed to be. My stepmom is like that too. They think they're some big hot shots just because their son is famous."
Before the end of their conversation, Toby pulled into the school's parking lot. Spencer's car is still parked in the spot she left it in. She took off her seat belt and looked at him.
"Thanks for everything."
"Anytime."
She opens up the car door and steps down onto the pavement. She shuts the door behind her and starts walking back to her car. Toby sat in his truck watching her. 'Why is she so perfect?' Spencer wonders why Toby would be so interested in her. Sometimes, Toby wonders that too. Spencer's a beautiful girl and there are many other beautiful girls in this world. His mother uses to say, "there are tons of beautiful girls in this world, but only one girl will catch your attention and mean the world to you." Spencer looks back at Toby one last time before climbing into her car and driving off. Toby sighs and starts his truck back up.
The drive back to the Hastings household was far too short. Spencer got home in just five minutes. When she got out of her car, she noticed that both of her parents cars are here. She's afraid to walk in the middle of one of their never ending battles. As she got closer and closer to the door she could hear voices coming from the other side. She rolls her eyes, 'what are they fighting about now? Money, politics, who doesn't stay home with Spencer?' The door is already unlocked, so she twisted the knob and entered the house. When she stepped into the kitchen, her parents paused and looked at her. Her father's eyes blazed at her with rage.
"Spencer, where have you been!?"
"I-I um, I."
"Stop stuttering. You know how to speak words!"
"Why didn't you come home last night?" Her mother jumps in.
"I was with someone and it started raining."
"You have a car; you could've driven home," her father snaps.
"It was pouring and my car was back at school."
"Why was your car at school?" Her mother asks.
"I got sick and I was all shaky and the guy I was with didn't think I should be driving, so he gave me a ride back to his place."
Her father's eyes widen even more with rage.
"You went to a guys apartment!"
"It wasn't just any random guy, it was the guy I'm tutoring, Toby Cavanaugh."
"Toby Cavanaugh!" Her father shouted. "That overrated twite!"
"He's not an overrated twite."
"Why would you agree to tutor Toby?" Her mother asks. "You hate him."
"I-I don't hate him."
"You strongly dislike him."
"No, I just simply didn't think anything of him. I agreed to tutor him because he needs help and my old French teacher asked me to. It started raining during our session so I spent the night there."
"You slept a with him!" Her father roared louder than thunder.
"No!" She exclaimed. "No, we didn't sleep together. I just spent the night there because it was raining and it was late and..."
"And, and, and," her father spat. "People always use that excuse when they spend the night with a boy."
"We didn't sleep together like that," she says. "And it's not an excuse, it's the truth."
"Whatever, Spencer," her father cuts her off. "Go to your room, you're grounded for the rest of the weekend and you're not aloud to see Toby again."
Her heart dropped.
"What?"
"You heard me now, up stairs."
"Mom," she looks at her with pleading eyes.
"Go to your room, Spencer, your father and I will discuss this more, but for now, just go."
Spencer's glares at her parents then flares up the stairs. Her parents heard a loud door slam. Peter turned to Veronica.
"What do you mean 'we'll discuss this more?' I already made up my mind."
"Without even consulting me first."
"What is there to consult? Spencer broke curfew and stayed out all night with a boy."
"Spencer said that nothing happened between them."
"And you believed her?"
"Kind of. Spencer's not irresponsible like other girls. She wouldn't jump into bed with some guy she barely even likes."
"Veronica," Peter cuts in. "Did you not notice the shirt she was wearing underneath her jacket? Yesterday before school she was wearing a purple and blue sweater. This morning she came home wearing her light jacket with a gray shirt underneath that belongs to a guy. Try telling me how that looks."
"He probably just gave that to her because she didn't have any pajamas to wear and he wanted her to be more comfortable. Unlike you, somebody cares if she's comfortable or not."
"Or that was the first thing she put on after having sex with him!"
"Oh, would you get a hold of yourself!"
"She came in smelling like a boy's cologne."
"Because she was with a boy!" Veronica argues. "She was near him. Just because she came home smelling like him doesn't mean they slept together."
"Yeah right," Peter sneers. "That boys probably riding around with a smug look on his face with the smell of our daughters perfume lingering on him and her lip gloss smeared all over his face. They probably did a second round in his car before he dropped her off."
"You are over thinking this way too much. Instead of accusing your daughter, try listening to what she really said! You always do this, Peter, always. You never listen, you just come up with your own stupid theory."
"Oh, so now I'm stupid?"
"Well, if the shoe fits! I'm not going to let you tell our daughter that she can't see Toby just because of your ridiculous theory!"
"Fine, you tell her then!" He shouts.
He walks over to the kitchen door and walks out slamming it behind him. Veronica sighs and looks up at the stairs.
Spencer sat on her bed facing the window. She doesn't know why, but she feels like crying. Why would she be upset about her parents not letting her see Toby? Hasn't she been trying to avoid him since he got here? There was a soft knock on the door. By the sound of it, she knew that it's her mother. If it was her father he would've just barged right in and started yelling. She hears the door open and she turns around. Her mother looks at her with a stern look.
"Mom," she starts. "I know what you must be thinking, but nothing happened." She got a closer look at her mom. "You believe me, don't you?"
"I don't know what to believe," she admits.
Spencer slips off her bed and says, "you know I wouldn't do something that stupid especially with a guy I've only known for a couple weeks."
"I think you're fathers right, Spencer. You shouldn't be around Toby."
"But mom..."
"No, Spencer," she interrupts. "You're not to see Toby anymore. That's our final word."
"Our?" Spencer questions. "Or dad's?"
Veronica manages to mask her sympathy with a stern look. She turns away from Spencer and walks out of the room. Spencer gasps to herself and sits back down on her bed. She's not too sure how to feel about this.
Oh no! Her parents won't let her see Toby. What will she do now? Will she listen and avoid him or find a way to sneak around with him? But wait! She "doesn't like him," so why would she sneak around with him?
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